After Reagan found out that she was a product of her mother's teenage indiscretion and her so-called father's reason for her abuse, she went to her boyfriend's house for comfort only to find him sleeping with another girl. With that she ran and ended up at the bus stop where she met a man named Derek. She was enthralled with his beauty and she ended up opening to the stranger's serene face. Derek, however, after hearing her story, decided to help by letting her stay with him. She doesn't want to impose but what else does she have to lose? She had nowhere to go and sure as hell didn't want to go back. She accepted his offer and stayed with him. After two years, she came back. To where the pain started. Reagan will soon find out that Derek was no ordinary man. And when she finds out, she will be thrown into a world that shouldn't exist in real life. Can she take it or should she ran away? More secrets will pop out and her ex boyfriend, has a secret of his own.

What do you do when you've hit your breaking point? When you can't breathe a single breath without falling apart? For Lake Monroe, the answer is to start fresh. To leave everyone and everything behind, including her best friend - the man she's been in love with for years. But how will she handle it when he comes back into her life two years later? Will she keep running? Or will she finally face her darkest hours? 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞

What happens when the Greek god of dreams grows tired of his job? Easy. He trains his replacement so he can finally quit. But on a routine dream inspection, Morpheus runs into Gwen-Stacey Reynolds, a regular mortal whose dreams are anything but, and like her dreams, Gwen-Stacey is funny, outrageous, and has the uncanny ability to see right through him. Morpheus will spend his final days with Gwen-Stacey and in her dreams, he'll discover what he's been missing all this time. Dreams may not be reality, but this jaded dream god is about to find out that true love can find you anywhere...even in your dreams. **Copyrighted Material: God of My Dreams (Formerly titled: I Only Date Superheroes) Copyright © Wendy Nelson 2012 All Rights Reserved. No part of this literary work may be reproduced or used without written consent from the author. ***All images, videos, photos, superhero and movie characters belong to their respective owners. No copyright infringement or violation is intended by their use.

[COMPLETED] After one drunken Friday night, Vesper wakes up and finds herself on a bed, in a room, in an apartment that she neither owns nor recognizes. She discovers that the man who owns the place is the same man who she threw a dollar at, insulted, and slapped because she thought he was a pervert hobo who hovers around bars to make a pass at drunken girls. It turns out that "Pervert-Hobo Guy" owns three apartments, a Porsche, seven hit songs, three Grammy awards, and a broken heart paired with a damaged soul. And don't forget to add these things--a raging libido, a skilled mouth, dexterous fingers, and a certain something that may or may not have caused Vesper's eyes to go wide. ~*~*~*~*~ "Your m-mother... is... outside," Vesper mumbled breathlessly. His familiar scent wafted through her nostrils--something woodsy, something citrusy--something that screamed sex on legs. His intoxicating scent befuddled her mind and she cursed herself for being so weak. Her eyes widened at the feel of his something that's definitely not his belt buckle pressing against the small of her stomach. He wickedly grinned. "That's the point. She's outside so she can't see us." He nipped at Vesper's jaw and suckled on that sensitive spot on her neck. He moved towards her lips again and tasted her mouth from corner to corner. "Sweet. So, so, sweet," he said in between kisses. Vesper was horrified at the fact that her body was betraying her. She's a person with a very strong personality, but one touch of Andray's soft lips and she's pliant. Feeling herself losing control, she responded to his kisses with equal fervor, mouth still closed. She gasped in surprise when she felt his hands move to the middle of her legs and cupped her there. His tongue took the opportunity and delved into her mouth, his tongue dancing with hers. ~*~*~*~*~ This story is intended for mature audiences only. It contains strong language and explicit scenes. Read at your own discretion. You have been warned.

In his diary, Lucien Ash retells the story of his first love.

Ginelle Hayes is orphaned, and after escaping her abusive guardian with a dark secret, she finds herself alone on the cruel streets of London. Then Eloise Ashford arrives to take the impoverished child under her care and back to her lavish plantation manor where she raises the skittish child as her own. He is an intense and challenging man, with dark secrets and a guarded heart. Dorian Don Ashford returns from sea, eager to seek the comforts of his manor home, only to find an unwanted distraction in the form of a small, orphan girl. As time transpires, the girl transforms into a remarkable beauty that stirs feelings unknown to Dorian, slowly thawing the ice around his heart. But when a sudden tragedy occurs, will it bring Dorian and Ginelle closer, will their desire and destiny bound them together in the thralls of love or will the past resurface and the perilous truths shatter their lives forever? Cover done by M_Rainberry.

Roxana kept her head bowed as Alexander stepped towards the captives of war, sweeping his cloak behind him. He passed by all of the women with the indifference and sobriety that rivalled their fairness and beauty. "The Bactrian women are eyesores," His deep, passionate voice ran out, earning the chuckles of his generals. That was when she realized that a pair of feet in leather soles had stopped before her. Slowly, she looked up. She saw a pair of metal greaves on strong, sturdy legs. She saw a kilt and scaled armour securely tied off at the shoulders. On the centre of his chest was engraved a sun with a face drawn on it. Then she focussed her eyes on his chiselled jawline, then at his arrogant mouth, and then his mismatched but clear brown and blue eyes. Roxana's eyes widened. This was the greatest commander ever known on earth, the one who massacred thousands of citizens who revolted against him in Thebes, the one who had burned down the palace complex of Persepolis in one night, and the one who never lost a battle in his life. She wanted to look away from his intense gaze. But she lifted her chin a little higher and boldly locked her gaze with his. "What is your name?" He asked, his expression stone cold. She felt his hand touch a lock of her long, dark brown mane. His gaze bore into her eyes so piercingly that she decided to cast her head to the side. "Roxana, my lord." She replied. "Who is your father?" "Oxyartes, mighty warlord and nobleman of Sogdia." "Ah, Oxyartes. I know him. I know him very well," He smiled. Then he bent down so that the tips of their noses were almost touching. She could feel his warm breath which turned into mist in the freezing winter air. Roxana shivered. "Tell your father that I have come," He whispered, "And that his people are now my people."

Indigo Gallagher was born with osteochondroma, a condition that leaves her physically fragile. Between shifts at her granʼs flower shop and her tumultuous relationship, all she wants is to get through her second year of pre-med unscathed. Although irresistibly charming, Jem Valentine has a hardened exterior and a stormy disposition. With little faith in most things, heʼs seen far too much of the world to remain tender or soft. But for her, he will be.

"𝘈 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵" "No?" he questioned as her eyes flew open and she nodded. "It wasn't an option baby" he whispered as he placed a kiss on her thin neck, making her shiver and clutch onto his suit "When I say something you do it" "N-No" her answer wavered and his grip on her jaw tightened. He noticed a small adhesive bandage on her neck from when the knife dug at her skin yesterday. His thumb caressed the spot as her heartbeat quickened "See" his eyes met hers "I didn't even touch you yesterday, but you already have a bruise. What do you think will happen when I finally make you mine?" She gulped hard but refused to give up to a person who was practically a stranger to her "I'm not yours" she breathed out. "Again, not an option baby" ▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁ Abigor Hayes, the mafia feared by nations. He was known for committing every single crime that the world has known, but never getting caught for it. Being the current head of the powerful Hayes family, no one could even touch him. What happens when the Mafia King attends the annual ball and meets Aria Leighton, a woman with unearthly beauty and magic in her fingers? He now wanted what he shouldn't have, but are things really as simple as Aria makes them seem to be?

The Duke of Marlborough, a wealthy rake with the reputation of the Devil, wins an unusual prize in a game of cards, the prickly and thorny Cordelia Rivers.